Just the Way You Are

"Stay beautiful, my love."

He liked to tell me this all of the time. He knew that I despised being called beautiful. I don't see how this idiotic mess could be even remotely beautiful. He tilted my chin up to look into his bright blue eyes.

"I wish I had eyes like that." I thought.

"Why don't you believe me?"

The question was blunt. He had never asked me why before. He didn't know the secrets that existed behind the walls surrounding my heart. No one knew. It would be such a disgrace to everyone. He probably wouldn't even talk to me anymore. The thought of losing all I had worked so hard for, didn't sound appealing. His finger traced my jaw ling drawing my attention back to him and his nagging question.

"No reason." I told him.

I looked down, feeling the guilt of the lie linger in my chest. He clutched my hand and led me to the couch in his room. He sat down on the left side of the black couch, while I sat closely to him on the right. My knees pressed into his thigh, with my feet tucked under me, and my head towards him.

"Please tell me the truth." His eyes held compassion while he searched for any hint of surrendering to an answer. "I'm not going to hurt you in any way, and you know that. Please, just trust me."

"How?" I asked.

"How what?"

"How can you trust when there's so much hurt in the world?" The concept of trust was always hard to comprehend.

"You can't always. I guess that's just why you find the ones that are worth suffering for, and go from there."

"Why is it that way?" I asked him.

"If there wasn't any hurt would we ever learn?"

"No I guess not..." I let my voice tail off.

"You're beautiful." He told me, again.

"Will you please stop saying that?"

"Why?" His crooked smiled shone through the question.

"I don't like it."

"Come on." He got up and led me to his parents gigantic master bedroom.  I was surrounded by dull gray-blue and white walls. Distracting me, he tugged on my arm and drew my attention to a full length mirror that I was standing in front of.

 "Go ahead." He told me.

"What in the world are you wanting me to do?" I was kind of getting frustrated that he was making me do all of this.

"Just say what you're thinking." He stood to my right, arms crossed, watching me.

He wasn't going to budge on this.

I "humph"ed and glared at the projection of myself. My hair is frizzy and a gross darker shade of blond. It never laid flat, and it never curled right.

"My hair." I stated, not amused.

"I like your hair. I love it's color and how it isn't always straight or curly. It's in between."

"I'm not going to do this if you're going to comment about everything I say."

"Then can I tell you what I see?" He asked me.

I nodded slightly, annoyed that he was going to do this.

He walked over and stood right behind me. His hands were placed gently on my shoulders, and he made eye contact with me in the mirror.

"When I see you, I see a person unlike many others. This wonderful girl has unique hair that is gorgeous no matter how it is worn. Her eyes are such a bright sky blue. I could stare at them all day.  Her face is perfectly round with a cute nose. Her body fits her perfectly. She isn't big, but she isn't tiny either. She's shorter then me, which is the way I prefer it to be. Shes stylish, smart and beautiful, and I don't want her to change." He smiled at me through the mirror.

"I don't know what to say." I told him. It was sweet, but I couldn't be sure he was right.

"Then don't. Trust me though. Believe me. Only you can fix your thoughts. All I can do is influence them." He left and walked out of the room.

I picked at a strand of hair, and twirled it around my finger. 

I like your hair. I love it's color and how it's never straight or curly. It's in between. His words echoed through my mind. You are beautiful, my love.

"Could he be right?" I thought. My mind wasn't focusing. Maybe this truth that I had believe so long was a terrible lie.

No sooner were my thoughts interrupted by a gentle piano medley. Knowing there was no one else in the house other then him and I, and he played piano well, I knew that it was him.

I followed the sound into their music room. A keyboard and amps stood against the wall to the left. Guitars lined the wall in front of me. And there was a grand piano on the right wall, setting on top of a stage. The room was black and white, making the it have it's own personality. He sat on the piano bench of the grand piano. He had stoped playing when he noticed that I walked into the room. He stood up and motioned with his hands for me to come and sit next to him. I walked across the floor, my Chucks making a soft squeak each time I stepped. I looked down until I got the edge of the stage and almost fell while climbing up the stairs and onto the stage. I situated myself next to him and looked at him.

"I want to play a song for you." He told me.

I nodded, signaling for him to continue.

He started playing an upbeat, faster paced song. Before I knew it the speakers lit up and started playing music. I blushed, feeling like a little girl getting serenaded.

"Oh her eyes, her eyes,

Make the stars look like they're not shining.
Her hair, her hair,
Falls perfectly without her trying.
She's so beautiful,
And I tell her every day.
Yeah I know, I know,
When I compliment her,
She wont believe me.
And its so, its so,
Sad to think she don't see what I see.
But every time she asks me do I look okay,
I say,
When I see your face,
There's not a thing that I would change.
Cause you're amazing.
Just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile.
Cause girl you're amazing,
Just the way you are."

My eyes filled with water as I put my hands over his hands to make him stop playing. The music from the speakers was still playing in the background as he said with a crooked smile on his face,

"What's the matter? Do you not like Bruno Mars?"

I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"I believe you." I told him. For the first time I could remember, I felt good about myself.

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, "Good, because you're beautiful, my love."

Hope you liked it! Let me know :)
~Believer in PRTC


  1. oh. my. gosh.
    this was AMAZING. :D
    i'm dead serious.
    i loved it.. <3

  2. Ha! Jenna stole my exact reaction!! This was so wonderful! I got so into it...I actually squealed when he started singing. Wonderful, wonderful! :D

    -Lauren :)

  3. Wow, Ali! That was the first blog of yours that I have read. I absolutely loved it!!! It really tinkered with emotions as I read it. You are such an amazing writer and an awesome, cool, sweet, loving, amazing person. Love ya <3 :)

    ~Karly :)

  4. this is SO good. you're such a great writer.